Why do people wear pajama pants in public?
So I’m in Wal-Mart doing some shopping over the weekend. That was my first mistake. Suddenly I come across Pajama Pants Guy. There were a few obvious observations to be made here: 1. Pajama Pants Guy has a complete lack of fashion sense. 2. Pajama Pants Guy is aloof in that he doesn’t feel the need to conform to accepted societal norms. 3. Pajama Pants Guy has a raging boner. Now, stop, go back to number 3, and re-read that sentence. Horrifying, no? The only thing separating me and “Lil” Pajama Pants Guy is a very thin layer of 100% cotton. After recoiling in horror, I made like Snagglepuss and exited stage left (even). Think about your last visit to Wally World. Was there anything even remotely arousing about your experience? Between the offensive odors, Cousin Eddie’s brethren roaming around, and the Wal-tards at the checkout I’m typically disgusted within a matter of minutes. “Aroused” doesn’t even enter the equation. Flaccid at best here. That having been said, here’s the takeaway.
